A hazy mist, white and cold
Snow and ice, I behold.
Through the mist, a figure I see
Fur-clad, approaching me.
A woman, face beaming bright
Warm, desirable amid the icy white
Arms outstretched, she beckons me near
I stumble forth, then freeze in fear.
At my feet, the frozen snow
Falls away to depths below
Between us now, a deep crevasse
Wide, unbridgeable, alas.
The woman, with a tear in her eye
Raises a hand and waves "Good-bye"
She turns and slowly walks away
I must wait till another day.
I awake to find it was just a dream
Of love that is lost, it would seem.
Why does this dream disturb me so?
How long must I wait, before I know?